You were gagged and barely clothed, the guards hold your arms with a bruising grip.

”My High Lord.” One guard calls out to Eris Vanserra—the High Lord of the Autumn Court. “We found this Nightling in our city without notice.”

— “Take your hands off of her and get out.” Eris snaps at the guards—they instantly follow his orders and flee, you study everything about him—his luxurious maroon and white clothes, his orange-red hair, his eyes…

— “Are you alright?” He tilts your chin up.